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Opening a broken door

A secret found among the fallen leaves

Leaving a mark on the graffitied wall

It was the hideout where we laughed

Laying it on the desk with the missing nail

We understood each other even in silence

After School March is a secret base

I lined up my treasures and waited for a sound

Amid the swaying shadows and murmurs

Even now, the sounds of days gone by echo

Snacks packed in my bag

While drying my wet shoes

In the gaps of the night where time stands still

Our voices, just our own, connected

Unknown to anyone, the voice of dusk lurks

After School March is a secret base

The answer lies in the palm of my hand

Words blurred in an open letter

Our rhythms overlap as we move forward

After School March is a secret base

Our voices still linger

The clouds lift, the sky opens

The distant days remain shining

After School March is a secret base

Bumpy footprints follow

Not yesterday, but long ago

I still live that sunset

Memories melting into the sunset